My Woman Poem by Saju Abraham

She was born ten months old
Wanted to be more ready for the world
Reduce the risks the world churned out
That’s what she turned out

At twelve she cared for her sibling
Earned her wages at nineteen
Found a family at twenty three
Always a pessimist
With a trained eye
For the dark side of things
In total mistrust of the world
Turns an absolute happy time
Into a scene of desperation

But insurance of a good morrow
She guarantees even as she totters now
That’s what my woman is
One that lingered to face the world
Before she left her mother’s womb